Surah Ki Jaisi Teri Chal
You amble like a cow.
You have a glistening tale.
You are in the house, so find your food.
Don’t go elsewhere. [Pause]
You lick the hand-mill to eat the flour.
Where are you slipping off to with the mill rag?
Your eyes are fixed on the cooking pot;
Don’t, you’ll feel the stick or club across your back.
Says Kabir, You’ve fed well;
No more, lest a brick or stone should brain you.